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Phex is my Belgian shepherd. He is already over 12 years old. Most of the time his age doesn’t show, except of the grey spot of hair in his face. But sometimes he looks really sad and there is no way I could make him happy. I think he misses his master. Maybe he likes to visit Mr C. in the village, because Mr C. is smoking. I don’t know. I do know, that Mr C. has three cats who do not like canine visitors. And as far as Phex is concerned, it might be better for him to talk with Bach about his problems. After all Bach is also a dog.

Three days after this melancholy evening the pasturage and the outbuildings were bathed in sunlight. Miniputz and Rudi explored the stables and Phex took the opportunity to have a word with Bach in the wilderness of the corners of the property.

Rudi and Miniputz on their way to the stable. Beware mice and rabbits. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Phex in the most hidden and dirty corner he could find. He looks quite happy. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Yes, I’m the owner, but Phex was very attached to my ex. Phex doesn’t like Brad much and Phex thinks I should devote more time on brushing him the “right way”, it’s still unknown how that would be. In German we don’t call dog owners “mommy” or “daddy” btw. We say “Frauchen” (little woman) or “Herrchen” (little master) instead. The syllable “chen” is a diminutiv but expresses also a friendly emotional relation. Boring speech, short conclusion: I don’t feel as if “mommy” would describe me very well, though I sometimes call Bach “my baby”. And he, Bach, is crying silently behind me, it’s feeding time, and I’m “sitting here and doing this completely obsolete typing thing with my hands”. I got to run and feed em all.